The Turtle Immortal pointed to the Immortal Crane, whose expression was withered.
"We need to preserve some Sparks... you must leave quickly!"
This voice was like a great bell, making Lu Yuan's head ring endlessly.
He widened his eyes.
This statement wasn't just addressed to those "Innate Myths," but also to himself in this historical illusion.
He felt once again he was standing at a crossroads of fate.
One path was a difficult narrow road with no end in sight.
The other was a road of return.
He couldn't listen any longer; he had to leave this historical illusion—as if a voice was whispering in his ear.
Countless lessons from experience lay before him, and among the brilliant figures throughout history, all eight Epochs had ended in failure.
Just look at the extraordinary talents of the Turtle Master and the Immortal Crane of Kunlun Mountain; how could you possibly change everything? Lu Yuan, just turn back.
But, he had come here.
He stood here.
